Red rover, red rover, I call the zombie takeover over. |
Red rover Red rover Call me over So I can bend over Backward for you. I’ve tried connecting to people In so many ways That I’ve really put The kama sutra to shame. You can’t imagine How flexible I became, Trying to connect To humans. I learnt how to link to you. I learnt to how to link up All our brains Like daisies in chains. We’re all linked anyways Like keys on a piano That god sometimes plays, So I knew how to connect to you Through the space that exists Between our closed eyes When we kiss, Or through the space that exists Between us when We’re millions of miles apart. I just flex And reach out my muscular heart So you can feel Me missing you. (Thank you, I do Work it out, It’s one of my more flexible muscles. It’s so well-built. It’s faced a lot of hardship, Namely, the zombie takeover, But I’ll never let it wilt.) But today I woke up and didn’t want To reach out to anyone I wanted to curl up in a ball Put my ears in my fingers And forget about you all You’re only as cool as Your fucking sunglasses Which, moreover, In the event of an actual Zombie takeover Will be hard to see through And leave you At a disadvantage Optically, Since the zombies will attack Under the cover of night. But I get it Keep your fucking sunglasses on Instead we’ll just sing Red rover Red rover We’ll call a zombie over And he can have his way with me. Cuz my feelings for humanity won’t have changed much. I won’t be fazed, Cuz I guess I’ve always been Connecting to zombies In so many ways, Putting the kama sutra to shame, You can’t imagine How flexible I became Connecting to people Before the zombie takeover. It was all a game of red rover, Red rover Red rover. A zombie would call me over And try to gain control of me And make me join their team I’d get flung to their side In so many ways, Underhanded, Overhanded, Crash landing Or still standing, Bent over backward Or upside down, Vision blurred, My mission to connect Undeterred By the fact that I’m spending more time With zombies tangled in me Like a bird Caught in a six-pack ring, Trying to break through their link So I don’t have to join their team, Than I am talking to you over tea About what makes me, me And what makes you, you, Which is my favorite position The juxtaposition Of all my memories To yours And how we can stitch together Our hopes and dreams And run our finger Along their seams. You won’t find that one In the kama sutra, And anyway it’s a bitch to teach And none of the zombies get it Since they haven’t quite gotten speech. So when they call out my name And I have to run through them, And I’m caught connected to them all, The entire zombie herd, Like a bird Caught in a six-pack ring, Thinking What the hell is this thing? I’ll just bend over backward For them and you, It’s the only one we do Even though I know So many more positions For connecting to people, I’ll just bend over backward Out of this ring And we can run for the hills, Fom the world and all its ills Like zombies and psychiatrists With their stupid little pills, And connect to each other Through the space that exists When we close our eyes And kiss, And we’ll have a cup of tea And talk about what makes me, me And what makes you, you, Which is my favorite position, The juxtaposition Of all my memories To yours, And how we can stitch together Our hopes and dreams And run our finger Along their seams, Then cover ourselves In the quilt we’ve created And explore all the positions I know To keep us sweaty And related. |